Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.